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Saturday, August 12, 2017

High Country Dilemma by Dena N. Netherton

High Country Dilemma Media Kit

August 12-September 1, 2017

Book Information:

Title: High Country Dilemma

Author: Dena N. Netherton

Release Date: June 20, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-947327-04-7

Blurb:Fallon Hart has landed her dream
job—directing the annual melodrama, Miss May’s Dilemma. But when Fallon arrives
in Pine Ridge, Colorado, she finds her new apartment in flames. To make matters
worse, her manager wants her to sing an impossible solo. Her family wants her
to give up the theater and join the family jewelry business. And her selfish,
controlling ex-fiancé wants her back. The biggest dilemma of all, though, is
trying to make everyone happy.

Handsome firefighter, Lucas O’Farrell, is searching for his
soul-mate, a lady who’ll share his love of the mountains, small-town living,
and kids. He knows exactly what he doesn’t want: a sophisticated city girl like
Fallon. But when they are cast as sweethearts in the melodrama, the attraction
is hard to deny. Before he realizes it, he’s falling for her—hard—and it’s
possible she’s starting to love him, too. But is love worth the risk if the
she’s planning to return to Denver at the end of the season?

But she couldn’t get
anywhere near Deer Park Cottages. Vehicles jammed the road and the parking area.
Smoke poured from the collection of cottages. Through the haze of smoke,
firefighters scrambled about in front of the buildings. Oh no, it’s worse than
I thought. Water shot from fire hoses onto the burning cottages. She lowered
the window the rest of the way, but it didn’t help her see any clearer. Were
there tenants still inside? Had everyone gotten safely out?

"My place. My
new place," she moaned. The din of trucks, firefighters barking orders,
gushing water, and burning buildings made her want to cover her ears.
"Please, Lord, keep the people safe. And the firefighters, too."

Fallon parked and
stepped out. Unlike the fake smoke she’d often battled as an actress on stage,
this smoke burned her throat, and her eyes welled with real tears. She’d only
seen fire scenes on the news, and the frantic activity riveted her gaze.
Someone might be injured in one of those apartments. Maybe she could help
transport some of the residents away from the fire. That thought propelled her
into a swift march toward the shooting flames and hissing smoke.

A firefighter stood
near one of the trucks. When he saw her approach, he hurried toward her and
thrust out his arms in a gesture of warning. "Ma’am, stop!" he called
out. "Please get back in your car."

She didn’t get to
finish her sentence. As she stepped back, her shoe missed solid ground.
Fallon’s arms flailed for balance. This time, she did cry out, but it was cut
short by an abrupt and painful landing flat on her back. The asphalt dug into
her shoulders, and one of her elbows hurt like the dickens. Seconds later, the
firefighter crouched over her. Blue eyes—the bluest she’d ever seen— examined
her face with concern.

"Are you okay,
Ma’am?" He leaned closer and pulled off his gloves. Gentle hands smoothed
her hair away from her forehead. "That was some tumble you took. Here,
don’t move. Let me check your head."

Heat spread over
Fallon’s face. The firefighter must think she was an absolute klutz. And a
dope. She gritted her teeth and popped up to a sitting position before he could
stop her. "I’m fine. Not a thing broken. Except the heel of my
sandal." With a frown, she yanked off the broken shoe and dangled it in
front of his face. "I must’ve stepped into that pot hole."

In spite of the
serious fire scene in front of them, he gave her his full attention. He tapped
the dainty shoe with his index finger. "Sorry about that. These roads get
roughed up every winter." He stood, reached down under her arms and lifted
her to her feet like she weighed no more than a child.